Because I'm a Nerd Face

Questions for my characters. (:

1. How old is he/she?
Gabe is 18, Gen is 17 and Dan is 17
2. What does he/she do with his/her spare time?
Gen plays the piano, reads and watches stupid movies with Dan. Dan mows the lawn a lot and goes to parties. Gabe mopes.
3. Does he/she see the big picture or live in the moment?
Dan is mainly a live in the moment kind of guy. Things generally don't bother him for long, if they even do. Gen is a big picture sort of gal. Gabe mopes.
4. Is he/she a perfectionist?
Dan is not. He's a little sloppy and doesn't sweat the small stuff. Gabe is definitely a perfectionist. He actually has nothing better to do. Gen is somewhere in between.
5. What does her handwriting look like? (round, slanted, curly, skinny, sloppy, neat, decorative, etc.)
Gabe has a spidery sort of scrawl. He's one of the few people who can read it, and that suits him just fine. Dan's writing is actually very neat, although large. Gen has tiny, perfect cursive because she's unbearably girly that way.
6. Favorite animal?
Gen loves dogs, especially Sargent Pepper, her German Shepard. He's probably bigger than she is. Dan has never missed a shark week ever. Animals don't like Gabe. He mopes about it.
7. Does he/she have any pets?
Gen has Sargent Pepper, Dan has a goldfish named Jaws, and Gabe has a cat named Leo. Leo hates Gabe with a passion.
8. Does he/she have any siblings? How many? Where does he/she fit in?
Dan is an only child, but his parents had always wanted more than one kid. Gabe has a younger sister named Lucy, but he rarely sees her because she lives with their father. Gen has a step-brother named Jake, and a half-brother named Graeme.
9. Does he/she have a 'life verse' and if so what is it?
No idea what that is...
10. Favorite writing utensil? 
Gabe prefers computers. They're much neater than handwriting. Gen likes colourful pens. Dan likes pencils.

Hey everyone

Sorry I haven't been posting lately (not that you care, likely). I've been busy writing my novel. I'm at 20,000 words now, and I'm pretty stoked about it. I like writing. Unfortunately I've let it take over my life. I've fallen behind in all of my classes thanks to my incessant writing nonsense, and I can't be bothered to care. This may not be a good thing.

Oh well! It's not that much of a loss. I never really did work in classes before, so I'm sure I'll get by. Kind of. I should get started on a Food and Nutrition project. Midterms come out soon. Augh.

Anyway, not sure what's going on with this post. Deal with it.

I'm Sorry

I should have done better for you Jake. You were the best dog anyone could ask for. I'm going to miss you so much.

Rest in Peace. I know the temptation to haunt mom is strong, but you deserve a little rest.

CD Palooza

Today, Brittany, Megs and I became a CD factory.Britt was doing special, limited edition Howler EPs because they're going to be recording a proper album soon. I'm pretty excited for them.

But anyway, Brit decided to do this this morning, apparently. She asked me if my laptop burned CDs last night, so I figured something was up. But I didn't expect the large scale awesome that she  had planned. She drew a picture on every single one of the EPs, all of them different and origional. It was pretty fun. I sketched out a few of them and burned the CDs while she drew and inked them, and Megs cut, folded and glued all of the covers.

There's one or two that were made after this picture was taken, but ah well. It was fun to make them. The dark lines that you can see are all Brit's. She has an awesome style, no? I hope they sold well tonight. I should ask her. I think there were 20 of them altogether. Aren't they gawgeous? Not as gawgeous as Brittany herself, of course. (: Here's a video for their song Jesse James if you're interested in beautiful, talented people.

Props to my Howlin' friend! 20 personalized, hand drawn CDs in one day? Accomplished. Now would be a good time for our awesome fist-bump robot handshake.

I'm responsible for the pencil lines of about three of the CDs in the above image. She did the pen for them, and did the rest all by her lonesome. Hope their show at Mansion went well. (: I couldn't go because my sister had basketball and my parents were driving her out. And Monica is too lame to drive me places.

Oh god oh god oh god

I just posted the first bit of Divided on Inkpop.

I'm so nervous and excited and generally wound up.

I laughed and cried when I got my first comment.

I need to go to bed before I explode. Goodnight.

NO U

My characters are all such idiots. I love it. Here, have some excerpt. (: Any feedback would be hugely appreciated, as this story is going to be making it's Inkpop première soon! I'm only 2 days away from 10,000 words! :o

“I’m sorry I brought them here.”

                Gen half opened her eyes, turning over in her bed, sheets tangling around her legs. “Hello?” She asked, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face. “Who’s there?” She squinted, but couldn’t make out anything from the darkness in the room.

                “I didn’t mean to bring them here, Gen. I thought that I lost them when-“The voice halted, unsure. “I’m so sorry. You could have gotten hurt.”

                “I’m fine.” Gen said, flopping back down. “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” She yawned.

                “Remember me, Gen. Learn to see again. Please.”

                ‘Alright,” Gen rolled over, closing her eyes again. “I’ll do that. In the morning.”

                “You’re a tool.”

                “Thanks, Zeph.”

***

                “Zeph!” Gen bolted upright, looking around the room wildly. Light poured in from the windows now, illuminating the room with a soft golden glow. “Zeph!” She repeated, throwing her covers off her legs and searching the room. “Where are you?”